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Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the Get murdered on the humble, blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who don't care, beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North Before we get the four pounders, and take face off The streets is filled undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in I drink a little vodka, spark a L and a Glock for The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em And em done, won't even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are Nas is a of the street corner Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal of fella Moet drinking, marijuana street dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one Cause life shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissing in your Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is it's about Before the BDP conflict MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the day's a different plan that had us running from cops If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the Nowadays, I the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam call the crew to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the never stop it your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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